Disclaimer : I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, but any new characters are mine.
Chapter Eight
A Letter Sent
The letter which Will had sent, just before the storm had come, took many weeks to reach it's destination, the Black Pearl....
After nearly two months since it had been sent , Gibbs brought it to Jack, as the early morning sun rose over the Caribbean sea, recognizing Will's writing , Jack ripped open the letter, as it read :
Dear Jack,
Its been a long time since I've seen you, and I need your help again.
Elizabeth has been very distant these last few days, and I know not why. She will not even look me in the face,
and I begin to wonder if she no longer loves me, or never did...Perhaps she only wanted to be with me so she wouldn't
have to be with Norrington ? Does it sound all that ridiculas to you ?
I need your help, Jack, I need you to step in and find what the problem is ...I trust you to help me..I can't do this alone and
I don't know what the problem is.
One day she is happy to be with me, smiling and giggling---the next, she can't even look at me...Please, you have to help
us...I need to know what I can do to get to her to love me again...Please Jack...
Sincerely,
William Edward Jonathon Turner, Blacksmith of Port Royale.
" Hmmmmmm...GIBBS ! SET COURSE FOR PORT ROYALE JAMAICA !"
" Aye aye captain !"
Jack grinned to himself, it would be good to see those two again--but what if he was too late ? What if Elizabeth had already moved on and married Norrington ? He cringed at the thought , Lovely Elizabeth marrying that pompous ass... No, whatever it took, Jack was going to make sure Elizabeth and Will were together, and stayed together, after all , they had been through to much to not be... After all, hadn't Will risked all to save her just last year ? And hadn't Elizabeth risked her own life and reputation to be with her Blacksmith ? Yes, they had to be together, and that was all Jack had to say on the matter...
Within just over two weeks, Jack and his crew reached their destination, Port Royale. After all, was the Black Pearl, not the fastest ship in the Caribbean ? Port Royale, the colony that had been subjected to one of the worst hurricanes , now not more than 2 and a half months ago. The debris had been cleaned up , and the houses rebuilt, everything was back to normal...or so it seemed...
Although, on the outside, Port Royale seemed to be doing alright, and everything seemed back to normal, it was not. Commodore Norrington was acting as Governor, for Weatherby Swann had not yet woken from his Coma...Elizabeth's arm had healed, and Will had taken Adrian in , for he was his guardian .
As Jack walked through the streets, it all seemed as it should--but he was in for a terrible shock...
In a shop, not far from where Jack was now standing, there was Elizabeth inside, it was a bakery and she was buying bread.
She was dressed as finely as ever, her dress was pale blue silk, stenciled with flowers, her honey coloured hair was up in a pompador, upon which sat her bonnet...she looked great--until you saw her left arm..it hung at her side, which wasn't the problem, it was scarred from where the wood had gone in , and the pieces she had missed pulling out had worked their way out again, infection had damaged her nerves, she could move her arm, well enough, but not like she should be able too.
She came out of the bakery, and walked right passed Jack, she held the warm bread to her, her left arm just bearly around it...Then she noticed Jack and turned back ,
" Jack ? Jack Sparrow ?"
Jack turned to look at her ,
" Elizabeth !"
" What took you so long ? Its been over 2 months since we needed you !"
" Well by the time I got Will's letter--"
" Will's letter ? Will sent a letter--I sent you a letter telling that we need your help here after the hurricane !"
" I never got YOUR letter--Just Will's about how you didn't seem ta love 'im anymore"
" Wha--what ? "
Jack handed her the letter , on the tattered parchment...As Elizabeth read it, tears rolled down her cheeks.
" I've been so blind...I've neglected him , because I was hurt, I thought he didn't love me..."
Tears flowed freely down from her eyes...
"Now, tell me what's happened...why would either of you think that about each other ?"
Elizabeth drew a shaking breath.
" over 2 months ago I had a dream.."
Elizabeth then proceeds to tell Jack everything about the dream, the hurricane, and her wound...
" And now, my father has not yet woken from coma..."
" Ah, I see..."